I just want to be a quiet man

After staring at the cluster of flames for only a moment, Pei Ling felt a surge of heat all over his body, as if he was in a sea of ​​flames.

"Fu Qiong" said: "This is 'Hanging Rose'."

"He is a loser in ascension."

"But it is Mahayana after all, and the spiritual thoughts it left behind still have some spirituality."

"Her inheritance, this seat has once comprehended."

After speaking, he continued to move forward.

Another portrait appeared in the sight of the two, "Fu Qiong" kept walking, and introduced: "This is also a loser in ascension."

"Its inheritance has been understood by younger generations."

"It's a pity that the junior's qualifications and opportunities are lacking after all, and he failed to step into the tribulation and fell into the Dao stage."

The robe brushed across the bloody path, and the voice of "Fu Qiong" sounded from time to time: "This is also an ascendant."

"Same as 'Fu Chong', it has been successful."

"The inheritance of his spiritual sense has never been comprehended by younger generations."

"We still have to wait for the next talented and talented Tianjiao to come."

"This is the Ascension Servant, who has fallen into the Floating Life Chess Game."

"His inheritance is inherited by several people."

"But most of them have already fallen, and there are only two people left, who are the elders of the sect."

"Who is this……"

Amidst the slight sound of footsteps, they walked for a while, and the blood under "Fu Qiong"'s feet no longer spread, and there was an empty void in front of him, as vast as an outside world.

Pei Ling noticed that the mighty sea of ​​soul lamps below had quietly disappeared at some point.

Instead, there is a piece of black water as calm as a mirror.

This piece of water is very vast, like an abyss, but without the slightest ripple.

If it wasn't for perception, it would almost be suspected to be a whole piece of dark colored glaze.

In the void above the black water, there is an incomparably huge portrait suspended.

This portrait is much larger than all the portraits I have seen before, and it seems to be indomitable.

The painting is full of brilliance and crystal clear, with thousands of brilliance shining in all directions, like a big sun in the sky, reflecting the dark waters below.

Lingshi!

The best spirit stone!

Uncountable top-quality spirit stones!

Looking around, the whole picture scroll is full of aura and impurity-free top-quality spirit stones, stacked into mountains, thousands of layers, meandering away, even such a huge picture, it seems that they can't Fully accommodated.

On the top of the majestic Lingshi Mountain, stands a majestic figure in sackcloth.

It is different from all the previous portraits. In the previous portraits, even though the face of the patriarch in the inside is obscured and cannot be seen clearly, they are all facing outwards, looking at the person coming.

But this figure, but can only see a vague back.

Standing with hands behind their backs, it seems that they will float away in the next moment.

Its aura is pure, and it seems to be integrated with many spirit stones, as if it is a huge vein of top-quality spirit stones.

"Fu Qiong" stood at the end of the bloody path, looked up at the figure in sackcloth, and said solemnly: "This is the founder of the Holy Sect."

"The Patriarch of 'Chongming'."

"In the last years of ancient times, alien races were in chaos, ghosts and ghosts were rampant, and 'weird' emerged endlessly. My human race was as humble as grass, and the strength of the ethnic group was on the verge of collapse."

"The patriarch stepped forward to destroy all races, cut the god tree, suppressed Jiuyou, and sealed the fallen immortal..."

"The patriarch of 'Chongming' is one of the nine immortals in this world!"

Speaking of this, "Fu Qiong" had a thought, and immediately took out a blank scroll and handed it to Pei Ling, "After you cross the catastrophe, you will also leave your spiritual thoughts and inheritance in the scroll."

"At that time, this picture scroll will stay in this inheritance hall, just like the ancestors of my holy sect, no matter whether they live or die, they will continue to protect the sect and strengthen the inheritance."

"Together with the sect for eternity!"

Hearing this, Pei Ling immediately came back to his senses, and immediately said respectfully: "The disciple obeys!"

He saluted very respectfully first, then bent down and caught the scroll with both hands...

Chapter 3: Enthronement Ceremony.

The next day.

The sky is shining brightly, inside and outside the gate of Chongming Zong Mountain, there are already colorful flowers everywhere, auspicious birds are circling and flying in the sky, and auspicious birds are roaming and inhabiting the ground.

The koi leaps over the waves, and the horned dragon turns over the clouds.

The rainbow intertwined with blood and bones traversed the interior and exterior, and all the disciples, deacons, and elders... all put on uniform robes representing their identities, refreshed, and greeted guests.

In the depths of the inner door, in the void, one after another cloud towers rose.

On the cloud platform, tables, chairs and screens are displayed, pots of golden bowls are neatly arranged, the pots are full of spiritual fruits, and the table wine is fragrant.

Numerous ghost attendants, corpse puppets, and blood demons transformed into gorgeous costumes stood by the seat with hands down, waiting respectfully to serve the guests.

The scorching sun shines down from the sky, refracting thousands of colors.

The majestic mountain gate appeared in the vast sea of ​​clouds in the distance, and the various forces under the Chong Mingzong's rule were approaching in droves.

"There are clouds in the secular world. I haven't seen the emperor's residence, so I know the emperor is respected." A monk in the alchemy stage stepped on the long bridge and walked to the Yuntai deep in the inner gate. The sound transmission partner said, "I have been serving the Holy Sect for hundreds of years, and this is the first time I have seen such a scene."

His companion was also excited and said: "The former suzerain took the throne, we have low cultivation and low status, and we are not qualified to come to watch the ceremony."

"Today I finally got to see the style of the Holy Sect, it's heartbreaking..."

"Worthy of being the top sect in the Panya world!"

"It is my good fortune to serve such a holy sect!"

The monk in the alchemy stage nodded slightly, and then said via voice transmission: "I don't know if I can see the demeanor of the Holy Son during this ceremony..."

The companion said with envy: "If only I could take a look at the Holy Son. With the practice of returning to the void, he defeated the eight suzerains in a row. What strength! What kind of Taoism! What kind of domineering!"

"As long as I can see the Holy Son during this trip, it will be worthwhile to pay a little more sacrifice..."

The alchemy monk nodded: "Yes, unfortunately, our status is still too low, and the Yuntai is too far away from the suzerain's throne..."

"By the way, who is that?"

The people nearby looked in the direction he pointed, but they saw layers of mountains suddenly appearing above the sky, majestic and thick, and clouds billowing.

The black color is like a dye, and a group of blue shirts are fluttering, with a clear and ethereal aura, like a monk who has not touched the slightest mortal world, walking out of the mountains, and with only one step, he stepped onto a certain cloud platform.

The cloud platform is not too big, and it feels a little embarrassing to carry these monks.Moreover, the tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks are extremely crude, it seems that they are just the result of a few random hewing and chiseling of materials from the barren hills.

The most important thing is that this place is very far away from the suzerain's throne, and even almost sits with some Nascent Soul stage big city lords.

The aura of the monks in green shirts was incompatible with that of the Holy Dao. After stepping on the cloud platform, they quickly looked around. They all looked unchanging, but they didn't make any excessive movements. They just sat down and closed their eyes immediately.

"Nine Yi Mountain?"

"They actually came to watch the ceremony?"

The alchemy cultivator and others looked at this scene, and it took a while to come back to their senses, and they couldn't help becoming more excited: "My Holy Sect is really happy!"

Immediately afterwards, a sword light pierced the sky, and the stern sword intent seemed to be piercingly cold, filling the sky and the earth in a blink of an eye.

The brilliance dissipated, and the tall and straight figures of the sword cultivators had already appeared on a cloud platform next to Jiuyi Mountain. When they wandered around, their eyes were like lightning, and they were sharp.

Like Jiuyi Mountain, the sword cultivator of the Cold Dark Sword Sect did not raise any objection to the shabbyness of Yuntai, only nodded slightly in the direction of Jiuyi Mountain, and then sat down in silence.

The next one to show up was Yanxi City.

The ice-blue galloping path emerged into the void, and among the beasts galloping, the armor clanged.

The Yuntai they appeared on was a little closer to the suzerain throne than Jiuyi Mountain and Han'an Sword Sect, but only a little bit.The guests on the bank of the cloud platform generally have the spirit of transformation.

The golden bell rang again, and the emperor's chariot was pulled into a pulley. Nai Liu's dynasty entered the arena.While the bead curtain is shaking, the crown is crowned with glory, graceful and dignified.

The seats of the Liugai Dynasty are closer to the front than the several sects that appeared earlier in the righteous way, and they are also wider. The furniture such as tables and chairs is also obviously luxurious.Near the guests, there is an atmosphere of returning to the void.

At the same time, huge flowering branches hang down from the sky, amidst the colorful flowers falling from the sky, beautiful shadows float in the seat, all with green temples and beautiful faces, peerless in beauty.

The Yuntai arranged by Su Zhentian is located between the Liugai Dynasty and Yanxi City. After they appeared, they looked around and frowned slightly, but they didn't intend to speak. Start to close your eyes and meditate, waiting for the ceremony to start.

In this scene, the rabbits rose and the falcons fell, and the five sects entered the arena extremely quickly, but the shock caused, like a tsunami, spread away layer by layer.

On the Long Blood Bone Bridge, many Chongming sect forces were thrilled to see that the suzerains of all dynasties ascended the throne, although the Dazong who is also the holy way will definitely visit the door to congratulate, and the five righteous ways will show up occasionally, but those are very rare cases.

As it is today, it is unheard of for five sects to come together, even the master of one sect, and many high-ranking monks to accompany them!

"My holy sect, Daxing!" After a moment of stupor, I don't know who spoke first, and everyone on the entire bloody bone bridge shouted in unison, "Daxing! Daxing!!"

In the ecstasy like a tsunami, a huge glazed pagoda rose from the void, and a group of gray robes sat on the cloud platform at the top of the five sects of the righteous way with calm expressions.

Then came the Tiansheng sect, all white robes and golden rings, but their seats were higher than the five righteous schools and the reincarnation pagoda.

All the seven sects had already entered the table. At this time, the three Patriarchs of Zhenshi Su, Fuguangsihong and Jiu'a Li were all dressed in formal attire, and appeared on the cloud platform closest to the suzerain's throne with Wushi Villa and his party.

That cloud platform is far higher than all the cloud platforms, almost equal to the suzerain throne hanging high in the sky.

The area of ​​the cloud platform is also extraordinarily wide, and all the furnishings are incomparably gorgeous, even the tooth chopsticks are magic weapons.

Those serving here are not ghosts or corpse puppets, but many carefully selected inner disciples with outstanding looks.

They are all dressed in gorgeous robes, dignified, respectful, and call them "immortals", "immortals", and "immortal emperors", which are all the rules that the Illusory Land Xiaozong should have.

The group of Wushi Villa are very satisfied!

When all the distinguished guests arrived, there was a rumbling sound of heavy drums in the void.

Accompanied by the sound of drumbeats, dignitaries from the Su, Sihong, and Li clans, except for the patriarch, appeared on some of the vacant platforms one after another.

Afterwards, Hong Miaoli and Si Hongduo, the current true bishops of the Holy Sect, led many disciples who had never served as waiters to the two cloud platforms, one on the left and one on the right.

There is also a cloud platform obliquely above these two cloud platforms, but the latter position is higher, but it is second only to the suzerain throne and the cloud platform where Wushi Villa is located. It has a larger area and more luxurious furnishings. There are many waiters gathered here, and all of them are beautiful.

The color of these two cloud platforms is like blood, and there are countless thin blood threads swimming between the clouds, which are different from other cloud platforms.

The drums sounded again, and Wan Shan fell silent.

The next moment, a figure with a black shirt and a knife appeared in the main seat of the bloody cloud platform on the left.

His robes are loose, his aura is restrained and almost perfect, and his eyes are flat. It is Pei Ling!

As soon as he appeared, everyone's eyes immediately turned to him.

Pei Ling's complexion did not change at all, and he sat down, only looking at the bloody cloud platform on the right.

But Li Lieyue, who was wearing a black veil dress and a holy maiden crown, had also quietly sat down.

The two faced each other, the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter, both with pure aura, surging magic power, bone-aged soul, at the right time, perfectly demonstrating the inheritance of the holy sect's orthodox tradition, just like the sky!

Chapter 311: Introduction to Immortal Road.

Soon, Pei Ling turned his eyes away and looked at Laihe Bazong.

Right now, the closest and most high-profile place to him is naturally Wushi Villa.

Among the four villa owners, apart from the "Suji" patriarch, "Yiyi" patriarch, "Yixi" patriarch and Wei Weizi who should still be crossing the catastrophe, all of them were present. In addition, among the many Tianjiao disciples and sect elders, There are also two auras similar to "Yi Yi" and "Yi Xi", which are obviously also at the level of the ancestors.

Sensing Pei Ling's gaze, everyone in Wushi Villa looked at him, all with pleasant expressions and friendly attitudes.

Among them, Jue Xinzi and Ji Zhaozi stood up and waved as if no one else was present, for fear that he would not notice them.

After the two sides exchanged pleasantries in the air, Pei Ling looked at the cloud platform of the Samsara Tower.

A group of gray robes looked at him with heavy eyes, without any expression.On the contrary, the patriarch of the Reincarnation Pagoda who appeared during the Taoism discussion in Wushi Mountain Villa was also among them. At this moment, beside him, there were several monks with similar cultivation levels, their faces were all hidden by the shadow of the hood, and they could not be seen clearly.

After looking at each other for a while, Pei Ling turned his eyes away, and the next one was Tianshengjiao.

He didn't know any of the new high-level teachers who were born to teach.Now the eyes of the two sides met, and after a little hesitation, they nodded slightly to each other.

The patriarch "Zhuyi" who occupies the seat alone is still gorgeous. Near her, there are also several patriarchs with similar cultivation levels, all of whom are white robes and gold rings, looking gorgeous and noble.

"Zhu Yi" was originally closing his eyes to rest his mind, but suddenly opened his eyes and nodded slightly towards Pei Ling.